The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

59: Saint

"Light of the Holy Spirit!" Sauron said coldly, then stretched out his left hand and pressed it on the forehead of the dragon's shadow.

"Whoops!" A beam of light landed on Sauron's body, wrapping his entire body inside.

"Roar!" The giant dragon phantom roared, then quickly condensed, and finally turned into the shape of a long sword.

"call out!"

Sauron held the giant sword and slashed away quickly. He struck the saint with one sword and knocked him to the ground.

The saint struggled to get up, looked at the tattered clothes on his body, and then said in a conspiratorial manner: "It seems that I lost at 29?"

"Huh?" Sauron frowned, and then said, "I won."

"Haha! You did win! Because I plan to capture you alive!" The saint laughed mysteriously, and then waved his staff and hit Sauron.

The Saint suddenly felt imprisoned.

"How is it possible? How can this spell imprison me?" the saint said in shock.

"You underestimate me too much. Although this confinement magic is extremely powerful, it is not impossible to remove!" A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Sauron's mouth, and the dagger in his hand stabbed the saint mercilessly.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, Sauron's arm went numb, and the dagger deviated from the trajectory and flew past the saint's neck.

"Crack!" The next moment, the saint grabbed the dagger, twisted it hard, and bent the dagger directly.

"Whoa!" The saint's whip leg swept towards Sauron's waist, causing bursts of wind.

"Poof!" Sauron couldn't avoid it and was hit directly. Two of his ribs were broken.

"Damn it!" Sauron groaned and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, and the severe pain made his face paler.

"Bang!" The next moment, Sauron grabbed the saint's ankle and threw him out.

"Plop!" The saint fell to the ground in embarrassment, then quickly stood up, looked at Sauron in front of him, with a look of fear in his eyes, and then turned around and ran away.

"Haha! I don't allow anyone to insult the spirit of chivalry!" Sauron looked at the saints who were leaving in the distance indifferently, his eyes full of coldness, then he raised the long sword in his hand and pointed towards the distance.

leave.

The saints escaped very quickly, but they were not as fast as Sauron.

"Whoosh!" Sauron was extremely fast and caught up with the saint in an instant, and then gave him a sharp knife.

The saint screamed, and his right arm disappeared from his shoulder. The bloody arm fell to the ground, and his entire face was hideous.

"Asshole! I will definitely kill you!" the saint roared angrily.

"You have no chance!" Sauron said calmly.

"Poof!"

A stream of blood shot out, and a sharp blade 340 penetrated directly into the saint's chest.

"You..." The saint's eyes widened, full of unwillingness, and then his body fell down softly.

"Crash!" A huge life force surged out from the saint's body and merged into Sauron's body.

Sauron's originally pale cheeks returned to normal, and were still faintly rosy. The aura on his body climbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, reaching its peak in the blink of an eye.

"Haha! I finally recovered! It feels so good!" Sauron felt the surging breath in his body, his face full of ecstasy.

Sauron hasn't felt such a refreshing fighting feeling for a long time. .